My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Zhu Yuanzhang and the other two remained silent for a moment.

After a while

Liu Che spoke first.

"In my Han Dynasty, salt and iron are state-run, and artisans are as numerous as clouds! In my opinion, the annual production of refined iron should be no less than several hundred thousand catties!"

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Our Great Ming Dynasty has both official and privately-run factories. We estimate that, with careful management, it's possible to produce tens of millions of catties a year!"

Liu Che was slightly taken aback, and his gaze toward Zhu Yuanzhang was filled with shock.

"So many???"

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This is still after the war, when we haven't recovered yet! In a few years, there will be even more!"

Liu Che remained silent.

He was originally quite proud of the amount of iron he could smelt in his Han Dynasty.

After all, the Han Dynasty's iron smelting capacity far exceeded that of other countries in the surrounding region.

I never expected it to be so different from the so-called Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Biao was rather cautious and spoke gently.

"What Father and this... senior have said is already more than enough."

"Biao believes that if we can produce this much steel steadily, it will require a huge amount of national strength, which is enough to be called the foundation of a prosperous era."

"Then guess how many kilograms of iron are produced in a year now?"

Chen Mo smiled mysteriously and asked.

Liu Che pondered for a moment, glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang, and then spoke.

"Our country's steel production is so much lower than theirs, almost a hundred times."

"Your place and his place are probably not that different."

"Let's calculate it at one hundred times! That's about a billion jin?"

Chen Mo smiled and shook his head.

Seeing this, Zhu Biao hesitated for a moment.

"Those hundreds of billions of jin?"

Chen Mo shook his head again, but the mysterious smile on his face did not disappear; instead, it deepened.

Zhu Yuanzhang grew impatient and frowned.

"Kid, stop keeping me in suspense! How much is the difference?"

Seeing that the time was right, Chen Mo finally suppressed his smile and spoke.

"How much difference? Let me put it this way."

"Let's agree on the unit first."

"What you call jin, we now use the ton as a unit."

One ton is roughly equal to two thousand catties.

Liu Che pondered for a moment.

"If that's the case, then my Great Han Dynasty probably produces several thousand tons a year."

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't speak, but did some mental calculations.

Based on this calculation, the annual output of the Ming Dynasty is approximately over nine thousand tons.

"Okay, after unifying the units, our iron production last year was..."

Chen Mo took out his phone.

"1300 million tons, or 1.3 billion tons."

"What?!!!"

"How many?"

Zhu Yuanzhang and Liu Che stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.

As for Zhu Biao, who was standing to the side, his brain completely froze.

This number... why does it feel so unfamiliar to him?

Looking at the three of them, Chen Mo thought they hadn't figured it out, so he spoke up again.

"Converted to jin (a unit of weight), that's about 2.6 trillion jin."

"Of this, there are two trillion jin of crude iron and six hundred billion jin of steel."

"Two trillion jin???"

"Are you fucking producing steel like it's food???"

Zhu Yuanzhang kept complaining, his wrinkled old face showing nothing but shock.

"Even if it were a grain production, there couldn't be that much, could there?"

"Damn it!!!"

"If we had that kind of production capacity, let alone driving out the Tartars, we would be the sole ruler of heaven and earth."

"Two trillion...jin?"

Zhu Biao repeated it unconsciously; his brain could no longer process the number.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence.

"That's almost 140,000 times the size of my Great Ming Dynasty!"

"In other words, it would take my Great Ming Dynasty 140,000 years to produce what you produce in a single year!"

After saying that, Zhu Biao was speechless.

"That's not entirely true, after all, your Ming Dynasty will also develop."

Chen Mo muttered to himself.

"So about 100,000 years should be enough."

"..."

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao both fell silent.

This kid's mouth... it's incredibly sharp!

Liu Che, on the other hand, remained completely stunned.

He had just been feeling proud of his hundreds of thousands of kilograms of weight, but now he felt that number was as insignificant as dust.

Hundreds of thousands of kilograms vs. two trillion kilograms?

This is not just a difference, it's an insurmountable gap!

Do not!

His view of modern times was like that of a frog in a well, with a limited perspective.

Unexpectedly, the truth is that ants look up at the sky!

The difference is beyond description!

Chen Mo looked at the three of them and added softly.

"Perhaps... the output of one or two days from one of our top-ranked large steel mills can match or even exceed your entire year's output."

"boom--!"

Chen Mo's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering the last psychological defense.

One day's output exceeds that of a year!

It's just a steel factory!

One factory!!!

This is beyond the comprehension of mortals; it's mythology! It's divine magic!

Zhu Yuanzhang, Liu Che, and Zhu Biao remained silent.

A deathly silence fell over the hotel.

On the faces of the three people, there was only disbelief and a deep-seated shock and sense of insignificance.

That 1.3 billion tons of steel is like a giant god from the distant future.

Its shadow fell, making all the past achievements and glorious feats seem so insignificant.

So... this is what they call the productivity gap?

Horror!

This is truly terrifying!